Alpha Leclair stared at Isabella and then asked in a thunderous voice,
“What is this I hear, Isabella?” “What did you hear, father?” Isabella asked in return. Alpha Leclair was mad with fury “Don't test me young girl” he said in a low and menacingly controlled voice. “Is it true that you are pregnant?” At that point she didn't see the need to keep stalling but she also knew that her father's anger at this point could burn the whole house down if she told him the truth but she didn't have a choice. “It's true father” Isabella said, unable to look her father in the eyes. “Who is the father?” He asked in a voice that showed he was doing all that he could at that point to control his anger and Isabella knew that one stupid answer could bring down her father's wrath on her, but how could she tell him that the child she was carrying was for a rogue alpha. “Who?” he asked again. Her pulse pounded. “Tristan Wolfe.” she replied in a barely audible voice. Alpha Leclair was stunned by her answer, in a voice that was filled with disgust and betrayal, he said, “This, this thing you carry is an abomination. Do you understand that?” He turned back to her, his face hard as stone. “You have brought disgrace upon this pack and upon me.” Isabella in a voice filled with pain and disappointment at the way her father spoke about her child replied, “I did not choose for this to happen.” “You made your choice,” he snapped. “And You chose to betray your blood, to defy everything I have built. “Remember the prophecy? I told you about it but you dismissed it as mere fairy tale and now it's happening whether you and I like it or not and it's already deciding my fate.” she said, stepping forward. For a moment, she thought and hoped that her father would understand as she looked him in the eyes, but then he straightened, his expression colder than she had ever seen it. “You leave me with no option than to ask that you leave,” he said, his tone final. The breath left her lungs. “What?” “You will leave this pack before the Elders demand your execution for what you’ve done. If they learn the truth, they will see your child as a threat.” His voice was sharp, unyielding. “You are no longer welcome here, Isabella.” Isabella was shocked to her bones as her father's words got her. She had never imagined that her own father would throw her out like this one day. She was being cast out, thrown away like she was nothing. A lifetime of loyalty, of sacrifice, and it had meant nothing. Her vision blurred as she exhaled shakily, closing her eyes. And then, the world around her changed. The air thickened, charged with unseen energy. The shadows in the room deepened, shifting like liquid. Then, a voice, soft and ethereal. “The child you carry will either heal or break this world.” Isabella’s breath caught in her throat and then she saw her. The Moon Goddess, she looked even more glorious than in the rumors. “The prophecy has begun and you must find Tristan, as the duty to protect what's to come lies in the union of both of you,” the Goddess whispered. Tristan, her fate was bound to his whether she liked it or not. The vision faded, as quickly as it had begun, leaving her breathless and shaken. Isabella at that moment knew what she had to do, and that was to find Tristan. She picked a few of her belongings and went in search of Lydia. When Lydia saw her she didn't act surprised, it was as if she was waiting for Isabella. “I need your help Lydia, I must find Tristan immediately and you know how dangerous the times are.” Without asking any questions Lydia went inside her inner chamber, came out with a small vial filled with a thick dark liquid and placed it on Isabella’s palm. “This liquid will mask your scent and hide you. Use it whenever the need arises. I wish you well on your journey.” “Thank you” Isabella said and disappeared into the night. Tristan closed the book he was going through in frustration. Ever since he had that vision, he has been trying to make sense of the whole prophecy thing but he always met a dead end and tonight wasn't any different. He began to pace the room wondering why he kept having the feeling that Isabella was in danger. His rogue pack had been restless ever since the Blood Moon in fact the whole world seemed to be crazy about the Blood Moon. There were whispers everywhere of something old but powerful and that she was somehow connected to it all. He had spent years avoiding fate, rejecting the idea that he was bound to anything other than his own choices, but ever since he met Isabella, he couldn't deny the feeling that seemed to be dragging him to her. His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door and he quickly went to open the door but didn't see who it was that had knocked instead, he found a piece of paper on his doorstep. He looked around searching the hallway to see if anyone was standing around and as he didn't see anyone, he picked up the paper and opened it only to find that just three words were written on it. Three words that sent ice through his veins, “Protect the child” His breath caught, what child? And then it hit him immediately and his thoughts went to her, Isabella, and he knew he had to find her immediately.Very early the next morning, t. Time when the city was still asleep. Lyon was awake in his room. He walked out to his balcony. The light of dawn was just about to come awake. He had done it all. He had handed over leadership to Kael and hoped that he had done the right thing. Everywhere was completely quiet except for the occasional sounds of the crickets and birds that were coming awake with dawn.As usual, like every other day since he had fought the final battle, his heart was full of deep thoughts. He didn't know why, but he just had the feeling that there was so much more to the prophecy that he was yet to understand.His journey as the Pure Alpha had been a very long one filled with so many burdens he had borne. He had lost his father in the process. He had encountered betrayal from loyal allies and had conquered them all….but something in him kept telling him that this was just the beginning. He had given up his position as the Alpha and didn't need to think so much about anyt
The werewolf kingdom was experiencing peace as we promised to them in the prophecy. Lyon had led them to the future that was promised. A new and united kingdom, free of dark forces and their kind were now free from the fear of extinction. Everything had returned back to normal. Every curse was broken. The people had carried on with their daily activities like nothing happened. All the packs were beginning to return to their locations and pack territories. The ones that had lost their Alpha in the course of the battles were free to choose their new Alpha.But still with everything falling in place, Lyon still felt like there was something else. He didn't know why he was having the thought. Life has returned to normal and the prophecy has finally been fulfilled so he didn't see any need for him to be worried anymore. Yet, he still had his own worries. “Maybe it's because I've been used to years of battles,” he thought.He had done all that needed to be done but still, he could feel the
The kingdom was at peace once again and every pack had begun to rebuild with the help of their respective Alphas. Lyon had addressed the people the day before and he had left them all to begin to rebuild their packs. He stood watching the members of his own pack as he had finally brought about the unity of all the packs. Life had once again returned to normal. Children were running around playing. Even the air smelled of fresh flowers. The kingdom had been restored but in all of the life that had returned, Lyon still felt left out in his own kingdom. He stood watching everyone from the balcony of his bedroom. For once in months he could see a beautiful sight of the streets that were now clean, and the rivers shining under the bright morning sun. And still he was missing something. Lyon had only been about the kingdom for as long as he could remember. Each day, for years, had been filled with duty for the kingdom. He was either always planning for one attack or the other, or battling
There was a strange kind of peace in the kingdom the next day. The signs of the war could still be seen on the streets. The people though were more relaxed now than before.There were remains of burnt buildings. They were the reminders of battles fought and won. Even the battlefield had begun to slowly show signs of growth. All the land and its people were starting to heal. The activities were livelier than usual although there were still a few occasions where the events of the past made them seem like they were holding back.Lyon stood in the royal gardens, observing the activities and looking round the kingdom. He could still feel the power in him strongly. It was a connection that he could never break free from. It was what tied him forever to the kingdom, the people and the land. He had made the ultimate sacrifice to save and protect it.He had this feeling of emptiness inside of him. Even though he had given everything for the peace of the werewolf kingdom. He still didn't think
There was an unnatural stillness as Lyon stepped outside into the night. It was something he hadn't seen before. Not even the sound of insects chirping could be heard or the whispers of the wind in a normal evening night could be felt. Everywhere was too quiet and it told Lyon only one thing. That something dark was lurking in the darkness.The earth he stood on was vibrating and Lyon could feel it like the earth's heart was beating. And he was feeling it because he had become one with the land.From the time of his birth, Lyon had never been one of big dreams as his path had been chosen by fate. All he had wanted to do was to protect the kingdom, live peacefully in a land that flourished and have beautiful pups with his love Elora. As he thought about her, his wolf stirred within him and Lyon wondered if that was a sign that things could still be as it was between them.Now, every dream that he had, seemed to have been cut short the moment he had made the choice to protect the kingd
The moon shone bright in the sky that evening. Lighting every part of the kingdom. They had fought terrible battles and they were all confident that it was over. They had battled against all and survived.They had gotten victory even though it hadn't come without a cost. Every force of darkness had been defeated and the curse that had plagued Lyon's bloodline for centuries had been finally broken. And now the werewolf kingdom had a chance at a peaceful future.The wolves of the kingdom gathered in the hall and began to celebrate. Music blaring from every corner of the kingdom. They danced and laughed as they knew they could finally breathe now. Even the air smelled of victory. They were safe now. At least that's what they told themselves.But Lyon wasn't in a celebration mood at all as his mind was elsewhere. There was a dreadful feeling in his heart. He was most definitely in another world with his thoughts.He had given his all to the kingdom. Even his soul. He was a part of the kin